March's Heart

[teamposts]

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[unquestion]

[ DO I STILL HAVE MY CREEPY ICE BRACELET THO ]

[familiarized]

. . . I still do not quite understand . . .

[lackspresence]

. . . I don't, either. . .

Ah, pardon me, Lark-san. [ because I'm gonna try shifting my hold on you while moving to the board ]

[remarch]

[Judging by the pinholes and scattered dropped pins, plus the way the narrator sighs, someone else has already come through this area and had a turn.]

[lackspresence]

[ huh. . .

well first, gonna pick up all the scattered pins and put them back on the board :T

and then look over the names. . .


"ice cream dealer" tho ]

[unquestion]

[ OW

s. speaks to the npc ]

Ah, excuse me... M-may I sit down?

[remarch]

I pull up a chair for the dame. The difference between a detective and the law is nothing more than a little bit of politeness between the brass knuckles.

[He pulls up a chair.]

[lackspresence]

[ oh. gonna go take Lark over to the chair then and set him down \o/ my back is freeee ]

[unquestion]

[ okay cool I will just stay here and not move around. ]

Thank you very much... Ah, I-I go by Lark. What's your name...?

[lackspresence]

[ cool I'mma go back to checking out the board, also gonna listen in on the conversation though ]

[remarch]

I'm nothing more than a less than humble Detective who's seen too much and come too far.

[unquestion]

I see. Well, i-it's nice to meet you!

Is there... something we should do?

[remarch]

I'm here to watch, but after the last two dames, I've never seen a sight worse.

[Gestures to the board. Siigh.]

But what's a mystery with all the answers? I can only drop you a matchbox or two in hints, if you care to play.

[lackspresence]

[ turning back to look ]

What did they do, here?

And, a few hints would be appreciated.

[remarch]

They rearranged the board.



Ask me five names, and I'll tell you what section they originally belonged to, where they were before the blond times.

[unquestion]

Play what?

[remarch]

"Prime suspects."

[He takes a drag of his cigarette, and a sip of his own cup of coffee.]

[familiarized]

. . . of what . . .

[lackspresence]

Did they commit a crime?

[unquestion]

[ WHAT THEY SAID I GUESS?? ]

[remarch]

Who knows what lies in their hearts? Not me.

[familiarized]

. . . Okay.

[lackspresence]

. . . Mm, then. . .

[ looking over at the board ]

Firstly, would it be possible to tell us what each column represents?

[unquestion]

So... would you like us to... put them back?

[remarch]

Me? There's nothing I want but a cold drink at the end of a long night, and a dame who won't stab me in the back for two cents and a wink.